001 | Chuck Shurley | Video

[godsprophet]

Oh, uh...

[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.

He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]

Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.

[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]

Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!

[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]

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I WAS WAITING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN.

[godsprophet]

[Here's a question: How startled could you possibly make Chuck? Answer: Very startled.

He knew Raphael was here. Not only had he felt Raphael's presence when he'd shown up, but that fact had been confirmed when Brigid had told him that "Saint Raphael" was here. Not that that stops him from jumping and flinching when Raphael appears just out of arm's reach.]

Oh, uh... [Words. How does he words? An archangel just appeared out of nowhere and knows his name. How does he deal with this?] You're... You're Raphael, right?

[You are very frightening. You scare him..]

I AIM TO PLEASE

[servingmichael]

[It's a good thin Chuck didn't fall over, as Raphael would have probably caught him. Probably.]

I am, yes.

[His jaw softens a little, pleased.]

Did you arrive safety?

FEELS I have them for you. 1/2

[godsprophet]

[He'd seen Raphael before. Only once before, in one of his visions. Well, and, he supposes, when Raphael exploded Castiel and scared off Lilith. But he'd only seen Raphael with a human vessel once before now. And that had been when Dean and Castiel had tracked Raphael down and trapped him into a holy ring of fire.

"God is dead," Raphael had said. "You're living in a Godless universe."

But that wasn't the worst of it. Worst of all was the fact that Raphael had rationalized it. He had believed that Lucifer had raised Castiel from death, believed that, with his lack of interference, there was literally no other option, or perhaps, no other option that he'd been willing to consider, aside from him being dead.

And that hurt. He hadn't wanted to be found. He hadn't wanted to interfere. He'd wanted humans to be humans, and he wanted angels to learn. None of which could happen if he interfered. None of which could have happened if he'd stayed in Heaven. It was unfortunate, yes, but it was the only choice he'd seen at the time.

But seeing Raphael unrelentingly call him dead had hurt him in ways Gabriel's death didn't. He hadn't wanted them to think him dead. He wanted them to see his absense as freedom and the opportunity to be independent and do what they they wanted to do. But Raphael embodied the exact opposite of that, and it greatly saddened him. ]

2/2

[godsprophet]

[But he doesn't say any of that. He doesn't let any of that bleed out when he looks at Raphael as Chuck the prophet with an incomprehending look on his face.]

Uh... I guess?

Have some feels of your own!

[servingmichael]

[Raphael long ago stopped waiting for God to return - it's rare he even allows himself to think of God in the same terms of Father anymore. He just can't.]

Good. What were you doing before you came here?

Yay feels!

[godsprophet]

[And when, and if, Raphael tells him that information, his heart will break. Raphael is still still on of his children, and while Raphael's feelings for him have changed, his own certainly have not. ]

Uh... writing?

[Duh. He's a prophet. What else would he have been doing?]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael wouldn't believe that, even from Him.]

Writing what?

[godsprophet]

[Raphael may believe whatever he wises. But that does not make it any less true.]

...The Apocalypse?

[Is this some sort of test? He's never been good at tests.]

[servingmichael]

Which part of it?

[It's not really a test, so much as Raphael being overbearing.]

[godsprophet]

[No, no, Chuck is pretty sure this is a test. It feels like Raphael is giving him a final exam he's completely forgotten to study for.]

...The end of it?

[servingmichael]

Which part? Preview of the draft you are working on.

[He's staring intensely and he is, at least, a little aware of how afraid Chuck is.]

I've seen it Chuck, I'm from some time after - Prophet or no, I want to know how much you know.

[godsprophet]

[Raphael is really intimidating and really frightening, and he would really prefer being anywhere but right here right now.]

Oh, uhm. The last thing I saw was, uh. Sam pulling Michael into the Cage?

[Please don't hurt him.]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael's posture stiffened, hands balling into fists, jaw grinding so tightly a molar cracked and healed instantly. His voice is cold, lifeless.]

So you know how it ends.

[For now.

Luckily he wouldn't take the message out on the prophet. But his Father? Yes, he likely would.]

[godsprophet]

[He honestly hadn't thought it was possible, but Raphael got even more frightening than he had before. And that's saying something.

Chuck takes a step back, away from the archangel and his fury.]

Uh... yes?

[servingmichael]

[It's something that would surprise those who didn't understand emotion. How much Raphael buried in anger, the grief and loss and hopeless, the sense of betrayal that still stung. Anger was simply so much easier to feel and control. The rest would have overwhelmed him.]

I haven't told Lucifer. I'm sure he knows some of it, but I haven't told him.

[Lucifer loved Michael. Raphael didn't doubt that. Lucifer had screwed up - again - and Michael had suffered for it. So it was compassion, mercy, that kept him from spilling the details.]

[godsprophet]

[Is that a threat? That sounds like a threat. He didn't think archangels could threaten prophets. Weren't they supposed to protect him?]

Uh... okay.

[He gets the message. Don't tell Lucifer he lost the Apocalypse. Got it.]

[servingmichael]

[Less a threat and more a warning.]

Good.

Meg and Crowley are also around,

[Demons ew.]

[godsprophet]

[ Ew gross, demons are the worst. ]

Yeah I, uh... spoke to Meg.

Crowley's here?

[servingmichael]

Last I checked.

[And look. Demons and Winchesters. And Raphael hasn't gone asmitting.]

[godsprophet]

[ He noticed! He was very surprised. ]

Oh. That's.... great.

[servingmichael]

[And we remember what the archangels did to th archdemons, being here is making his Grace crawl.]

It's lovely.

[godsprophet]

[ Small talk. He's making small talk with an archangel.

Is this a dream? Because he's pretty sure this has to be some sort of strange dream. ]

...Right. So, uh... You can't just... zap us all back home?

[servingmichael]

When I tried to simply do that with myself, I ended up out in the woods, little more than human. And there's a great deal out there which will eat you. You can't get too close to the boundaries, or your wings get clipped.

Not that it's much of a problem for you.

[Raphael had had a major freak out over it thought.]

[godsprophet]

Uh, no, I don't... have wings.

[ In fact, he's pretty human. And yes, he'd rather focus on that then the fact that there are things out there that could eat him. ]

[servingmichael]

Then I suggest you stay out of the woods, unless you want me following you.

[Not above sitting on him, not at all.]

Or sticking one of the younger ones on it.